The scream of the Monarch was not just sound—it was a blade.
Glassless windows shattered, towers cracked further, and even the revenant corpses split like paper under its echo. Rhys dropped to one knee, blood running from his ears, his vision ringing with static.
Bounce snarled, silver aura flaring, his mane blazing like moonfire to shield Rhys from the worst of the impact. Puddle floated higher, her halos spinning furiously, weaving a protective barrier of light and shadow that deflected the lingering shockwaves.
The Monarch stepped into view.
It was titanic, twice the size of the Juggernaut, its body a tapestry of rot and shadowed flesh stitched with veins of starless black fire. Wings torn and ragged still beat with crushing force, and its talons gouged trenches into the cobblestones just by moving.
Then the system's voice rang, cold and merciless:
[Boss Encounter: Monarch of Night – Calamity Incarnate]
Objective: Endure or Destroy.